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This Means War -CHAP.01--RotG-

It was hard work being a guardian. You spent eternity working to make children happy and keep them believing in you. Because if they didn't believe… then you began to lose your power. You couldn't do anything… It was the people around the world – children most especially – who made guardians who they were. Which was why the guardians had to work so hard to protect them and keep them happy. Keep them believing.

And that was exactly why Catty Fawkes was glad she wasn't actually a guardian. She felt like she did enough work as it was. She had only a few nations of people around the world who believed in her magic, but that was enough for This Means War -CHAP.01--RotG- by *punkette180

Remedial Lesson -DRABBLE-- Knox-Freya "No, you can't do that!"

"What?!" Knox looked around, startled.

"You can't give a Knarl milk!" exclaimed the curly-haired blonde who was reading Knox's homework over his shoulder.

"I only wrote it down – I didn't actually do it," Knox pointed out. You'd have thought he'd just tried to kick a pigeon from her reaction.

"Yeah, but if you did it in theory then you'd do the same in practical too, right?"

There were about a million things wrong with that logic – it was one thing to just randomly write something down and another to actually do it. Writing out 'today I'm going to jump off a bridge'? Piece of cake. ARemedial Lesson -DRABBLE-- Knox-Freya by *punkette180

Christmas Spirit -EXTRACT--HP-After lunch had finished, Tee, Rose and the twins made their way up to the third floor for Defence Against the Dark Arts, whilst the fourth years traipsed outside for Herbology.

Professor Lupin seemed to be in a happy, festive mood. The classroom was elaborately strung with red, gold and green paper chains, and there was a pretty sprig of holly pinned to the front of his robes.

"Nice, aren't they?" smiled Professor Lupin, noticing them looking up at the decorations as they walked in. "Some of my first year girls insisted on making them and decorating my classroom for me."

None of them actually wanted to say that the paper chains actually lChristmas Spirit -EXTRACT--HP- by *punkette180

The Meaning of Christmas -ONESHOT--DN- There is no greater meaning behind life. Such as there is no true meaning of family, love or anything else that people may care to apply the statement to. It's a personal ideal. More of a practicality than some hidden truth… It all depends entirely on what you, as an individual, make of it.

For myself, there are no hidden meanings. Everything is practical. It has to be if you want to make it through life and put your own stamp on things. But recently I had it proved to me that maybe these things have no meaning because I have never allowed them to. Because I've blinded myself against these things that I feel should have no importance tThe Meaning of Christmas -ONESHOT--DN- by *punkette180

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No.AMBER is a 17-year-old high school student. She dresses plainly, in jeans and a T-shirt, maybe a flannel button-up or a hoodie over top. She doesn't wear make up, and her hair is simply tied back, or down. As the monologue goes on, it becomes apparent that she won't be able to shrug this off, and the sarcastic, biting anger turns more towards sadness.

AMBER:

No.
I’m not trying to be a bitch, but understand that there are so many unfortunate outcomes for you, and anyway, I just won’t fall for any of your shit.
Especially if I said yes, and then you got a girlfriend. I would throw the biggest fit. I would call her nasty things andNo. by ~Sasukesadork

Goodbye Sophia I was handed a box with all of her words of purity and hope in it. They knew how close she was to me. How she'd have no one else know her last thoughts. Sophia was a writer. That was just who she was. The words were part of her. Whenever words were exchanged between us, she'd speak with a fluid understanding of them. Fluid, flowing, yet solid. Those words she would tell me gave me strength. Hearing her speak was like having my mind, ears and heart opened. Nothing could compare to the uplifting truthful words that she would utter on a daily basis. At times when I felt like ending it all, giving up, she could dig deep within her heart, andGoodbye Sophia by ~extremerebirth1

The story of Lennart and AnnabelThree hundred years ago, there was a country not so far away. The country was small but beautiful, fields and forests were seen wherever one went, little towns were cosy and clean. All this was led by a young emperor. The emperor was powerful and respected by everyone.
The emperor loved cakes and secretly spent a lot of time in the kitchen of his castle. With time, he fell in love with a kitchen maid. One evening he knelt in front of her and proposed to her, and to his delight, she said yes. The emperor married the maid and made her his empress, but the highest nobles of the country found this marriage very improper. They would have liThe story of Lennart and Annabel by ~Liebe-Siegt-Alles

Broken,It doesn’t feel fair that the sun should be shining.
She stands there, the pieces of her heart surrounding her feet, with her eyes so tragic and dry.
She stands on the garden path, and watches his back as he walks away from her, shoulders hunched, tail between his legs.
He stops, he turns, and something inside her breaks.
“Would you just go?!” She cries, picking up the broken pieces of her heart and throwing them at him, with all the strength that rage has leant her.
The sharp shards cut her hands, but the tears have enough sense to stay away.
“Don’t you get it?!” She cries, her voice breaking, “There is nothing for you here anymore! Nothing!!” (Or maybe it was already broken.)

He opens his mouth to say something, but doesn’t know what.
Because it’s true, there is nothing for him anymore. There is a girl with hair threaded with fire, and eyes full of rage and something else.Broken, by ~TashiHazeldine

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Individuality.Individuality.

These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.

Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.

Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.

Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca ColIndividuality. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.

She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.

She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.

She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.

Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.

Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.

There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.

The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows Semi-Detached. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.

Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.

Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.

Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that thConceivable Conclusions. by *KelaLewis-Morin

The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare

A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line

But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts

And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
The Little Girl Blinked by *Rifle1980

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As Her World Falls DownThere's such a sad love,
But, can it be mine?
Deep in your eyes...
Your eyes, your emerald-moss eyes...
A kind of pale jewel,
Small and shivering, but why are you scared?
Open and closed,
And blinking so fast...
Within your eyes.
But lean close to me, dear.
I'll place the sky
The sun, the moon, the stars, my love...
Within your eyes.
Dance with me, twirl in the soft light...

There's such a fooled heart
You think you only need a mortal love!
Beating so fast,
But, I am willing to wait for you.
In search of new dreams.
Why not enjoy this dream, this reverie?
A love that will last
For an eternity, you will be mine, aAs Her World Falls Down by ~MidnaofTwilight3519

My Secret Fantasy Verse Two by ~BadBoyMicHAeL17

My Secret Fantasy, Verse OneAs I fill this paper with words from my heart
I watch you as you swipe dark cobalt blue kohl
over your eyelids that cover your glittery eyes.
I hear your voice echoing in the room as you vocalize in preparation for a majestic show.
"Darling, can you brush my hair?" You called to me.
I run my fingers through your lush strands
and smoothen them with my gentle hands.
Oh, how soft your hair is, how beautifully created it is.
I just want to caress them in my hands forever,
It smells like a field of strawberries and cherries
gloriously glamorous in every way possible.
I glance at your perfect balletic body
adorned gracefully with your hMy Secret Fantasy, Verse One by ~BadBoyMicHAeL17

When Young and in Love It's hard to start a story when you don't know how it started. But as a 15 year old girl severely wanting a boyfriend and your parents not knowing you like someone, well that's about as bad as it gets. But when Wyatt Wells asked me out all I could say was "Yes".
When he asked me out my best friend Jess was next to me. Well lest just say she's never crushed on anyone. Anyway, Wyatt standing behind me wrapped his arms around my waist. As I looked back and saw him he said "Hey babe, why don't you and I go out Monday night?" "Yes" I say and he walked away. Where had that come from he has never hinted that he liked me before. But boy did thoWhen Young and in Love by ~Thinkwhatuwant

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Love Letters Contest

Did I Just Say the L-Word?I don't know when or how it happened.

I find myself waking up and hating that you are not there beside me.

I cannot bear to acknowledge the pattern on the bedspread, such a poor substitute for what my eyes so desire to look upon: the beauty of your face, the contours of your body. How is it that such an image of you came to be so deeply etched in my mind, when we have yet to share a bed?

I eat my solitary meals and all I can think about is how you hate bananas, just like I do, or how you've tried to convince me countless times that avocados are delicious. They aren't, you know. I will always hate those things. Not to worry, thouDid I Just Say the L-Word? by *eloquensartifex

Fears and RegretsYou,

I have never been in a "relationship" of any sort with a man who is not family. I have always been painfully shy and unwilling to trust anyone without them first proving themselves to me. Countless times.

I have traversed the country all my life. I have moved so many times that these big changes come naturally, while making friends is… more complicated. I learned at a young age that friendships get torn apart when you move from place to place, so I never nurtured any real, close friendships.

I am and will always be devoted to my family. My family is my constant and the most important obligation in my life. While the rest of my liFears and Regrets by *tngapch

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Laugh, baby.
laugh because the soles of our sneakers are comin off, because we keep runningeverythingtogether and can't tell it apart and you know the sun is going down
with the ashes of ours

Simper, darling.
simper for the eloquence of our planet in which we thrive as a similar species,
knitting lives with smells of leather and the quintessence of our pins and needles,
the ones in the boxy equipment-feet

Smile, gorgeous.
smile if the lights so happen to light up your cheekbones and neck with the softer kind of night for once; I know you've yearned for it before, honey, but you just
haven't had the chance to get the well-deserved4 voices by ~willwriteforhearts

Birthday Wishes

To My Darling Girl upon her Fifteenth Birthday~

I remember very well that wonderful day not so long ago when we first met. You were but two days old, nestled in your mother's arms, so fragile and innocent. Until that very moment I had made my mind up to despise you, for you would be taking away the attentions of my beloved aunt and uncle. But then there you were, more precious than anything I could have imagined. The simple touch of your tiny hand and my heart was yours forever.

It is difficult for me to comprehend that day, fifteen years ago, I was but fifteen years of age. It seemed as if the stars had crossed and caught us in their beaBirthday Wishes by *tngapch

Love Letters Contest

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I love youWhy do I feel like this is happening? Christian, I love you too much to let things go. I dont want this to end. I feel like I'm losing you. Everything is falling shattered around my feet. like a broken mirror of dreams, happiness. obliterated. I need to know your going to stay, stay by my sad. Yeah I'm a little crazy, its only out of jealousy, It turns me into a monster. if you ignoring me i understand, but if i get on your nerves, can you tell me? we have shared everythng with each other. Is this it? tell me it's not. Hold me, tell me everything is going to be okay. because right now i feel like you slowly slipping out of my life. my heart cI love you by ~Littledeet

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LoveLove...

Is way more complicated to put into words than feel with you heart and soul. To say things love is not perfect in any way shape or form. You cant express love with just I love you, or a diamond ring, constant attention, with sex or with favors. Love is a mess of feelings, and emotions. Anger, bitter, happiness, satisfaction, sadness, joy, relaxation. No one person is perfect, and in your lives, you probably wont be able to meet your perfect other, because to do that you would need to meet the whole world. No one can do that, and if you know someone who has, please introduce meet to this person. So with that, no one can meet their perLove by ~Scardona92

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I hate youI hate you

I hate the way you talk to me.
In your soft voice, whispering words in my ear.
I hate the meaning of them.
They're so caring and sweet.

I hate that you're the one who sees me cry.
Who gives me a shoulder to cry on,
And always comfort me.

I hate the way you smile at me.
Everytime you do, I'm screaming inside
How much you mean to me.

I hate it that you hug me.
Because I know this embrace
Will soon be over.

I hate it that you're my best friend.
You know so much about me,
Only not my true feelings.

So, I'll tell you now how I feel.
I hate you because I love you.I hate you by ~starbreese

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My Lady.Thousands of words, yet nothing to say.
Hundreds of languages,
but nothing to fully express how I feel about you.

I've no money, no home, nothing........

Can you still say you love me?
Do you still hold that fire you did when we met,
in the rain,
just staring into each other's eyes.

"I.....don't know....."

That's fine.

I can make the choice,
if I have to.
Find what you want and make it yours;
I will do what I must in order to make my own....

When I do, I'll come for you.
Is that acceptable, love.

"Come back to me........"

If not alive, then in spirit.

My Lady.My Lady. by ~CrimsonSeijun0

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The title was enough to grab your attention, wasn't it?

Good! Because it's time to revitalize this dry, withered husk of a group I've been entrusted to, and now, since Ive finally got some time on my hands, help force the ol' proverbial spinach down its throat so's it can jump up and beat back the doldrums.

Many of you may not know me, but since our dear founder has taken an extended leave of absence from this group, she's left me in charge, and that means I have some shoes to fill. And I need your help. I'll be creating some new positions within the coming weeks, and I will be counting on those positions to help me, and the group as a whole, out in order to keep this group alive and flourishing.

See you soon, and keep sending your scribbles,

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~VampObsessed Jul 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hello to all of my fellow writers. I've recently finished my novel and am trying to find representation. Finding an agent/publisher is hard for a first time author.

I have created a webpage with my poetry and short stories available. I will be adding more soon and keeping everyone updated on the status of my novel and the publishing world.

Please join my webpage and help support me. If I can prove I have interested people in my work I feel as though I have a much higher chance at success.

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~superchaoticboom Mar 22, 2012

Thank you so very much for adding my poem.

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~superchaoticboom Sep 6, 2011

Thank you so very much for adding my submissions! ^_^

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~superchaoticboom Sep 4, 2011

Thank you so very much for the acceptance! ^_^

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~WRITERandPOET Mar 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

When do you think the Love Letter contest will begin?

I'm dying to write mine^^

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~magicalisis Feb 14, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Hello,
I'm ~magicalisis and I'm in charge of contests for #ink-slingers and I'm doing a contest with .

All contests need prizes of a sort, and if you see my previous blog post, you will see that we already have some prizes organized. I was just going to ask if you could please donate some points, because 1st place authors won't have any points as prizes and runners-up will have 100 points each. So if you could donate even 1 point that would help, and if we cannot get enough we will just split it from there. If you would like to offer commissions that would also be great. Everything is appreciated greatly.

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